Category: In Loving Memory
"Conner" Flanagan 1994-2005
‘There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the RainbowBridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridgethere is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass.
When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water and warm spring weather. All the animals that have been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body begins to quiver. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated.’
Author Unknown
"Gretel" Lavelle 1995-2012
WE HAD TO PUT OUR DOG TO SLEEP
OUR LITTLE DOG GRETEL WE HAD TO PUT TO SLEEP
SHE WAS SIXTEEN YEARS OLD AND HAD TROUBLE STANDING ON HER FEET.
WHEN MY WIFE PHYLLIS TOOK HER OUTSIDE TO TAKE A PEE
IT WAS TRULY SAD BECAUSE AT TIMES SHE COULDN’T SEE.
SHE HAD SO MANY ALIMENTS THAT SHE NEVER HAD BEFORE,
ONE MINUTE SHE’D BE RUNNING, AND NEXT WOULD HAVE TROUBLE STANDING ON THE FLOOR.
PHYLLIS WAS BESIDE HER SELF AND WASN’T SURE WHAT TO DO;
SHE ASKED FOR MY ADVICE AND I SAID, “IT’S COMPLETELY UP TO YOU.”
ONE NIGHT WHEN SHE WAS AILING PHYLLIS STAYED CLOSE TO HER BED,
IN AN EFFORT TO COMFORT HER BUT SHE FELL ASLEEP INSTEAD.
THE NIGHT SHE FELL ASLEEP ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR,
I KNEW THINGS WERE GETTING OUT OF HAND -SHE COULDN’T DO IT ANYMORE.
THE NEXT DAY SHE REALIZED WHAT SHE HAD TO DO,
GRETEL HAD TO BE PUT TO SLEEP, IT WAS THE HUMANE THING TO DO.
SHE CALLED UP THE DOCTOR AND TOLD HER WHAT HAD TO BE DONE,
THE DOCTOR AGREED AND SAID TO BRING GRETEL OVER – I KNEW THIS VISIT WOULDN’T BE FUN.
PHYLLIS WRAPPED GRETEL IN A BLANKET AND I DROVE THE CAR,
WE WERE THERE IN NO TIME AT ALL THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE WASN’T FAR.
WHEN WE GOT THERE PHYLLIS HAD THE PROVERBIAL FORMS TO FILL OUT,
RELEASING THE MEDICAL STAFF OF ALL RESPONSIBILITY NO DOUBT.
THE NURSE INSERTED A CATHETER IN ONE OF GRETEL’S VEINS,
WHEN ASKED WHAT IT WAS FOR SHE RESPONDED, “THAT’S WHERE WE ADMINISTER THE SHOTS SO THERE ISN’T ANY PAIN.”
WE WERE ESCORTED TO A WAITING ROOM AND SEATED ON A COUCH,
PHYLLIS HELD GRETEL IN THE BLANKET SO SHE COULDN’T SQUIRM OUT,
SHE HELD HER NICE AND TIGHT, AND WHEN THE DOCTOR PRODUCED A NEEDLE WE BOTH KNEW THE END WAS IN SIGHT.
THE DOCTOR ADMINISTERED TWO SHOTS INTO GRETEL’S VEINS,
SHE DIED PEACEFULLY WITHIN TWO MINUTES WITHOUT A SIGN OF ANY PAIN.
GRETEL WAS A PART OF OUR FAMILY FOR SIXTEEN YEARS,
WHEN PHYLLIS DECIDED TO PUT HER TO SLEEP SHE SHED MANY A TEAR.
HOWEVER, WHEN I LOOK BACK AT THE GOOD LIFE SHE HAD,
I TRULY CAN’T BE SAD,
I’M SURE GRETEL WAS THE FIRST AND ONLY DOG TO DIE FEELING SO GLAD.
By Paul Lavelle
May 2012
"Ziggy" O'Malley 1997-2010
My Brown Furry Friend
I whisked him home on a cold moonlit night
Swift as a horse drawn chariot
Filled with emotional delight
We flew down the highway
like a comet through the sky
Hoping he would like where his brown furry body
where eventually lie
The days, the months, and the years passed by
Most with happiness and some with a cry
He had a second home to my dismay
It was the route 516 Animal hospital
Where he likes to go and sometimes stay
He liked the doctors and the staff especially Rene
Who said “How’s our boy” and then a laugh
He enriched my solitude life like no other friend
but in the back of my cob webbed mind I know this will eventually end
As fate would have it, in the month of May
We had to take my brown furry friend to his final lay
As he slipped into the abyss late that night
He went without a struggle, he went without a fight
Now that this wonderful experience has come full circle and to an end
It’s so hard to picture my life without my brown furry friend
This poem is dedicated to a great companion and the talented and caring staff at the Route 516 Animal Hospital who just enhanced this wonderful life experience.
Thank you.
Tim O’Malley
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